Song Yingying has "returned" to this house for three days. During these three days, her life has been quiet and warm.
Zhao Weidong, contrary to his usual behavior, went home on time every day. Not to mention washing clothes and cooking, he was reluctant to let Song Yingying busy with even the smallest things.
He was a rough guy and didn't know what he was thinking, but he thought Song Yingying loved reading, so he borrowed a bunch of books from the military library, ranging from poetry and songs to novels and magazines, from the basic knowledge of military theory to the principles of pistol manufacturing.
It’s true, as long as you borrow enough, there will always be a chance that the blind cat will catch a dead mouse.
Among so many books, Zhao Weidong actually borrowed a forensic medicine book that specifically talks about autopsy.
Song Yingying has been reading the book with great interest these days, and is quite engrossed in it.
Seeing that Song Yingying was reading so happily, Zhao Weidong felt proud and pleased to make his wife happy. But at the same time, he felt worried. After all, Song Yingying had a head injury. Wasn't it good for her to read so much and use her brain like that?
He was really confused. There was nothing he couldn't please, so why did he just borrow books to read?
Since Zhao Weidong couldn't stop Song Yingying in action, he could only make up for it in other ways, such as dietary supplements.
Zhao Weidong asked someone to buy three old black chickens, and also invited his sister-in-law, who was a good cook in the compound, to stew one chicken every day for Song Yingying.
My sister-in-law said jokingly at the time, "Captain Zhao, you are so good to your wife. People who don't know her would think that your wife is in confinement after childbirth. Real children in confinement don't take care of her like you do."
Chicken soup is nutritious, and my sister-in-law is also good at stewing chicken soup. She makes the chicken soup clear and not greasy.
On the first day, Song Yingying enjoyed the meal very much. After all, it tasted good. She also knew that chicken soup was not easy to come by in this era.
The only problem is that the portion was a bit too much. She gave all of it to Zhao Xiaobei, but still couldn't finish it.
On the second day, the chicken soup that Song Yingying had finally finished turned into a full bowl again. Song Yingying herself didn't have a big appetite, so she really couldn't eat any more.
But...the rough man next to her looked at her with sparkling eyes.
Song Yingying couldn't bear to refuse Zhao Weidong's kindness, so she drank two more full bowls and secretly gave the rest to Zhao Xiaobei.
Zhao Xiaobei didn't want to eat it at first, because he knew it was for Song Yingying's body. Later, Song Yingying used threats and inducements to force Zhao Xiaobei to eat it bite by bite.
Because Song Yingying said, "If you don't eat it, I will throw the chicken away! Pour it away!"
Zhao Xiaobei is a thrifty child. He can't bear to see food being wasted, so how can he bear to waste it? He can only grab the chicken leg in one hand and the chicken wing in the other and stuff them all into his mouth, making his little belly bulge out from all the food.
He had never eaten so much chicken in his life.
Wait until the third day...
When Zhao Weidong appeared again with the hot chicken soup, Song Yingying felt nauseous in her throat.
I can’t eat anymore, I really can’t eat anymore!
This time, Song Yingying didn't give anyone any face and just refused to eat a single bite.
Not to mention Song Yingying, even Zhao Xiaobei couldn't eat anymore.
No matter how good the food is, you can’t eat it for three consecutive days.
So on this day, under Zhao Weidong's scorching gaze, Song Yingying put the chicken soup in front of the rough man.
She smiled and said firmly, "I'll watch you eat."
There was some pushing and shoving between the two, but Song Yingying was firm and said bluntly that she really couldn't eat any more.
After spending a few days together, she knew clearly that Zhao Weidong was used to living in the military camp. One means one, and one means one. He was used to thinking without any detours. So when talking to him, you can't beat around the bush. You have to say what you want to say directly, because only a rough guy will understand.
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